connie:

    sam was probably all she asked for in her life. someone who she
    can tell what happened and them not running away after spitting 
    at her. he didn’t call her insane, but rather appreciated the fact 
    that she had shared. as she still was chewing on her thumbnail,
    she began to grin. her head also laid on her arm as she almost
    admired the boy.

     “ thank you so so much, sam. is it alright if i hug you? “

       he isn’t much, cannot offer physical protection for anyone,
       not even himself, but emotion lingers there in his heart.
       enough care can be sprinkled out for others who need it to
       help them bloom a little more, a little better: connie, including. 

       the ends of his lips broaden slightly; he nods. “yeah, definitely,”
       his arm falls from her shoulder, then reaches out, ready to meet
       her halfway in an embrace.